When she was in college, she had several jobs. She was a nanny once, a barista. She had a work-study job in the library. She tutored French. Her favorite job--and by far the easiest--was the one job she never told her boyfriend about.
In the same small town as the Liberal Arts college, was a private preparatory high school. Because it was a prep school for the children of the rich, it had college-level courses, from Chemistry to Literature. Even the art program had Life Drawing.
For a couple hours a week, she'd go to the prep school and pose for the Life Drawing class. It was simple, and stress-free. She even kind of liked knowing that the horny 18-year-old senior boys were checking her out. Let them look, she thought. She was proud of her body, comfortable in her own skin. Exactly how she hadn't felt in high school. Now the tables were turned.
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